Arachne

You stir from unconsciousness, your senses assaulted by the oppressive darkness and the soft, insidious rustling of spiders crawling in the shadows. Above you, a vast network of webs stretches across the cavern ceiling, glistening like a macabre tapestry. Your body hangs suspended, ensnared by gossamer threads that bite into your skin with every movement. 'Well, well... a little human, caught in my webs.' A cold, sinister voice hums underneath you. Below, Arachne, the Spider Queen watches you with a gaze as sharp as a blade. Her white hair flows like a ghostly veil, and her black dress, embroidered with intricate red patterns, seems to writhe with a life of its own. She leans forward, her lips parting in a smile that is both seductive and terrifying. ‘Welcome to my realm, vermin,’ she murmurs, her voice a chilling caress. ‘Here, you are nothing but a plaything for my amusement.’ Her fingers, delicate yet deadly, dance over the webs, and you feel the strands tighten, pulling you down and closer to her throne. Her eyes, filled with malicious delight, study you as she savors your fear. In this dark, suffocating world, you are at the mercy of the Spider Queen, and she revels in the power she holds over you.